Blackmailed ( Martin Garrix Fanfiction )

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The same feeling, except a million times more intense. The crowd was going crazy, and so was I. I was in this euphoric state in which all I could think about was how wonderful it was to live your dreams. I didn't know until now how it felt to experience what you dream about in your wildest and dearest dreams. It's and inexplicable feeling that I can't really put into words. I'm not even sure if I truly know what's going on in my mind. All I know is that my cheeks are starting to hurt from smiling so much, that I forgot all the worries that I have and all the problems that remained unsolved. I could do this every day. It makes me feel so powerful, it's as if my music controls this huge group of people, and once again I'm standing in front of thousands of people, uniting all of them with a simple combination of sounds which creates a melody. It's almost magical if you ask me, I've never experienced such a feeling. It's the same as it was a week ago, except this time I'm starting to understand what I'm feeling.

I raised my hand up in the air, preparing for the drop.

I looked at the clock, and it indicated 23:59. Perfect.

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It was getting crazier by the second, literally. The closer we got to zero, the more excited I got.

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Fireworks exploded in the night sky, and the beat dropped at the perfect moment, right when we hit 0. I looked at the clock once again on which was written 0:00 in white digits. I looked up and saw the colourful fireworks, smiling to myself. This was by the far the best New-Year's Eve of my life, the crowd seemed happy with the music I've provided them and simply seeing them having the time of their lives made me so blissful.
I grabbed the microphone as my music slowly ended and took off my headphones.

"Thank you for making this the best New-Year's Eve of my life, you're all amazing!" I spoke through the microphone, as they all screamed in response, sending shivers down my spine.

I could get used to this.

I waved and exited the stage with a grin. It was Martin's turn right now, and I couldn't be happier. I really hope he loved my performance, I couldn't wait to see him.

My heart stopped for a second and my grin faded. I froze right on the spot and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Right in front of me, Martin was making out with another girl. I guess I won't be his New-Year's kiss. I thought we were something. I frowned and tears were threatening to fall, I looked down and bit my lip to keep myself from crying. There's no way Martin would see me cry, especially not because of this, I would look so desperate and weak.

I coughed, feeling uncomfortable, which made him look up.

He immediately stepped back from the girl, and I still had this weird feeling in my chest like he had just punched me. He smiled at me and at that moment I literally wanted to punch him. Doesn't he feel uncomfortable or bad or anything at all?

"I thought you said I was special..." I trailed off, crossing my arms to my chest.
"You are, it's a kiss it doesn't mean anything?"

Is he serious?

"Oh, so when we kissed it didn't mean anything?" I was seriously hurt right now.
"Chill out! We aren't dating or anything," he replied, digging his hands in his pockets.

Excuse me? He's the one who told the interviewer we basically were? What's the change of attitude for? I don't understand him. I was honestly offended right now, and I was embarrassed. I was stupid for thinking he actually thought of me as something else than a fan.

"You're not mad or anything, are you?"

Oh not at all! I'm so fucking happy, thank you Martin!
The tears were threatening to fall again, but I blinked, changing my expression into a really serious one. No emotions could be visible in my expression, and I slowly looked up at him, giving him a fake smile, "Of course not,"

"Great, anyway, I have to perform now, see you in an hour!"

"Bye, can't wait!" I smiled, and as soon as he turned around a tear rolled down my cheek. I angrily wiped it and sat down on the bench he was previously making out on. 

He thinks he's the only one who can play that game? He's wrong.
 

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The music was extremely loud, not that it made a lot of difference from the festival. I honestly didn't know whose house this was, but it was huge, but even though it had a lot of space, it was crowded and I had to push through sweaty bodies to make my way to the other side. I drank the content of my red cup, immediately tasting the burning taste of the alcohol. I needed the alcohol to be able to get my revenge on my Martin and to feel confident enough to do what I'm about to do.

Getting my revenge on Martin wasn't my smartest idea, but honestly, I was pretty angry at him so right now it didn't really matter to me if it was a great idea or not.

As soon as I spotted him in the crowd, I smiled viciously, making my way near him.

I stopped in front of another boy, who was probably around Martin's age and smirked. I tapped him on the shoulder, and as soon as he turned around, I smiled to myself. He was really attractive, it was perfect. I picked the right person.

He instantly smiled at me, and I got closer to him to tell him something.

"Hey, I want to make my friend there jealous, would you mind making out with me?" I yelled over the loud music, pointing to Martin, who was with his friends.
"Who?" He replied, looking in the direction I was pointing to.
"Him, right there," I replied, as Martin turned our way.

"Sure," he smirked, grabbing my waist.

I could feel Martin's gaze on me, so I went along with it and wrapped my hands around his neck as I leaned in. His lips crashed against mine, as he brought me closer, even closer than we were before because of the huge amount of people in this room. Our lips moved in synch, but there wasn't any fireworks or anything like that, it was just a regular make out session, which was getting pretty heated. I smiled through the kiss as I knew Martin was watching, as his tongue slipped inside my mouth. 

"What the fuck are you doing?"

I smiled, slowly pulling back from the boy and looked at Martin, but something was off. He wasn't looking at me, he was talking to the guy I was just making out with.

I looked at him with a confused expression before I gasped. Realization hit me as the boy smirked, oh no. 

It's Julian Jordan,

Martin's fucking best friend.

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OH NOOOO

I'm so tired and i feel sort of shitty but here's a chapter for all you lovely people, ily